h, You opened the Cover...
hese are the Collected Tales of the Children born on Tauretolke, as they have been Remembered and Put on paper by the Last known Child yet living in the world of DUMII.
he Stories You are here Honoured with the Possibility to Read are All that is Left of the once vivid Culture of an Island living in Joy under the Reign of Iarwyn.
hey have been Told and Retold in front of Fires under long Windseason nights, whispered between Lovers by chanting Rivers under the Earthseason suns, laughed into words under the Burning Boughs of the Trees of Fireseason and caressed to Life in Waterseason winds... They have been a source of Pleasure and Comfort as well as Fear and Laughter from the very first beginning of Presence of Mind and Imagination on the island... They are the Soul of the People of Iarwyn, and as long as they Exist, are present, in any Mind of any Creature... The Soul will Live.
aturally, they may not all be True in Facts, as few Tales are so, and certainly not any Tales of Quality... A Story with Age, is a Story of Quality as that is needed for it to Survive... And through that time, the Liberty of Imagination of Man to sculpt the creation he gives Birth to through His Mouth and the caressing winds of Time will recreate the Story, refashion the Truth... And still... It will be True, as it is Believed in.
o Your Mind, Reader...
The Tale of the Raven - in which the secret of the Raven's position as the Holy Animal of Priesthood is revealed, as well as the birth of the longbow and its Holyness.